No hand but mine.
But mine was never mine alone.
These are the hands of the people who helped me build this with their time, their trust, their doubts, their ideas, their scars, their love.
I believe we all hold greatness.
I believe we hold the future in our hands.
But I also believe na walang taong nabubuo mag-isa.
The way we think, create, fight, forgive, and live, lahat yan may bakas ng ibang tao satin. We carry fragments of everyone we’ve met. And maybe that’s not weakness. Maybe that’s the proof that we were never meant to be alone.
This is me honoring every hand that became part of mine.
USAD on July 17.